Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Prayer for all women who ever ...

This blog post is for mature audiences only. Please stop reading if you're not one for frank discussions of adult themes. If you keep reading and you are offended, blame yourself and not me, okay? Thanks.

So, the other night, I got off work and went to the bar. I saw some friends. They were enjoying the company of some people I don't know. I joined them. We talked of poetry.

One of the folks I don't know offered me a french fry from his plate. I accepted his offer - never met a french fry I didn't like - and I did enjoy it, though the fries had gone cold.

Another person in the party remarked that he didn't like the fries in this pub. I said I never met a french fry I didn't like. Someone agreed with me, so I carried on to say it's the same with pizza and oral sex: there are no bad examples of any of these things.

General agreement. Ensuing conversation about oral sex. The group was mixed by gender, yet the conversation was comfortable - adult, rather than adolescent. Since this same group had started by talking about poetry, I said hold on. I'd like to read you a poem.

I rushed out to my car and grabbed a copy of my chapbook of poetry, A heart I carved for a girl I knew, and I read this poem to the group:

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Poetry Scores translates poetry into other media, from its home base in St. Louis, Missouri, U.S., but with friends and partners around the country and here and there all over the world. *** (Contact creative director Chris King, who maintains this blog, at brodog [@] hotmail.com.)